Today at 2.20 I lit his and Max's candles and sang their songs & said a little prayer for my boys. I just hope that I can continue to get inspiration from the incredible love and joy that Swampy seemed to understand how to give and gave in so many ways all his life, and of course from his fight and bravery when not well. It's hard to explain but since he was a tiny boy , he just knew when I needed him most and came to me. He always made me laugh and smile and not once made me cry or have a cross word with him. We always felt that he was a little angel sent to us from heaven, who knows why we would be so blessed, but that of course one day heaven would take him back.
I wish I could find words to say how much I love him and miss him.
I like this Native American poem although it is quite an outdoor, frontier poem, not an urban living poem, but it's still beautiful
NATIVE AMERICAN PRAYER FOR THE GRIEVING
I give you this one thought to keep -
I am with you still – I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone -
I am with you still -
in each new dawn
~~ Author Unknown ~~